Good morning,

As is tradition every year, I compose a letter to you, dear Alexander, and I am distinctly aware that you will never lay eyes on these letters, but the sentiment drives me to write nonetheless. My life has been changed unalterably in many ways since I last wrote to you. I hesitate to write this letter about me however. I put a great deal of effort into looking towards you, flaws and accomplishments, for guidance as one may recall from my previous letters.

My reverence still stands. I admire the things you have done, I have learned from your mistakes, and I am seeing a musical about your life, a musical I have spoken about many times, twice this month. This month is the month of your birth, my mother’s, and my partner’s. January is a month to honor, but my life is filled with so much more than it was when you first entered it, Colonel.

This is not a severing, this is a reevaluation. I have dedicated much time to the dead, including you. I do not think you would wish that for me.

Farewell, Colo. Hamilton.

Your obedient servant,

J. Fiene